My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 950 - 951: In The Seal

A desolate realm, forsaken since the First Epoch. The beings once dwelling here had been completely erased from the world's recollection ages ago.

The clinking of chains resounded through the atmosphere.

Infinite blackness extended in all directions, but the emptiness held scattered stars reminiscent of far-off recollections from a sky that had vanished long ago. Drifting mountains floated quietly amid the void, and time-worn pillars dangled in the cosmos like the remnants of a fallen empire.

Here lay the prison of the Outsiders.

Near Morticai perched a figure clad in white daoist robes. A flying sword hovered motionless by his side, its blade shimmering subtly within the gloom.

The man assumed a cross-legged lotus posture, his eyes shut tight.

He focused solely on his own affairs.

No utterance escaped his lips.

He paid no heed to either Morticai or the being mocking him relentlessly.

Morticai rose to his feet, his golden locks flaring with scarcely restrained fury. His eyes scanned the confined void that held them captive.

Gradually, he compelled himself to regain composure.

He resumed his seat.

"I refuse to let you insult me, Orbitus," he declared icily, drawing in a measured breath. "Ultimately, even if you've lost sight of our plight, I haven't. We're still trapped and sealed in this realm."

Orbitus offered a indolent smile. He adjusted his towering wizard hat downward and swept away grime from his robes adorned with celestial patterns. His beard trailed nearly to the floor, enhancing his timeless wizardly visage.

A wooden staff lay propped beside him.

Yet it consisted of far from common timber.

"You dim-witted fowl," the wizard laughed lightly. "Have you scorched your wits away? You're not intending to depart without your sire, right?"

"You've surely lost your marbles, you geezer," Morticai retorted sharply. Two epochs confined in this domain hadn't granted him the tolerance to endure the wizard's incessant barbs.

"Oh really?" Orbitus's grin broadened. "Then approach, little bird. Allow me to brew you into potion essence."

He wiggled a finger in derision.

"Your grandparent might not have grasped Akasha, but I'm a formidable wizard nonetheless. I'll transform you into a frog."

Morticai's form burst forth in raging golden infernos as he battled to suppress his wrath.

The true trigger arrived shortly after.

"You idiotic phoenixes always strut about as if you're the supreme avian species," the wizard remarked offhandedly. "I believe your avian intellect has overlooked the Vermillion Birds, the actual pinnacle of birds."

He reclined, smirking broadly.

"Foolish rooster."

Morticai's restraint shattered at last.

His physique morphed into a colossal avian wreathed in searing golden blazes. With an enraged cry, he lunged at the wizard.

Yet upon nearing, Orbitus simply tipped his hat a fraction and serenely withdrew a diminutive cup equipped with a straw.

He drew a sip.

His robe fluttered upward a bit, exposing elongated, slender, furred elderly limbs extended leisurely ahead.

He scarcely stirred.

An unseen power halted Morticai dead in his path.

A handful of scorching golden plumes drifted from the phoenix's massive frame.

Orbitus seized them without delay.

"Heh heh... succeeds without fail."

He stowed the feathers swiftly into his pocket.

Phoenix plumes held immense worth, particularly those from a being of Morticai's stature. Should he ever ascend to the higher planes, he could trade the surplus for vast riches.

"You contemptible elder!" the enormous bird bellowed in outrage.

His fires lit up the whole confinement.

Then a faint sigh reverberated across the emptiness.

It was tender.

Nevertheless, it appeared to quiver the heavens and the earth.

The space abruptly fell quiet.

The daoist, silent throughout, gradually parted his eyelids. His lengthy ebony tresses shifted faintly, though no breeze stirred.

He joined his palms serenely.

"Fellow daoists," he uttered in a tranquil manner, "I trust we can coexist harmoniously and cease clashing with one another. Honor my request in this regard."

The wizard and the phoenix exchanged glances.

For an instant, it looked as though they might comply.

Then they voiced simultaneously.

"These arrogant cultivators—I can't abide their superior demeanor," Morticai stated frostily.

The wizard agreed promptly with a nod.

"I wager he suffers internal bleeding from posing like that for ages," Orbitus jeered.

The cultivator exhaled softly.

Yet anger did not stir within him.

Cultivators often proved more brazen than others. Such mockery hardly dented his poise.

"Fellow daoists," he remarked steadily, "we all pursue the Dao. Rudeness serves no purpose. My resolve stands firm, akin to Mount Tai."

Morticai's annoyance deepened.

Surpassing even his disdain for the wizard.

For his nearest companion in this jail was this detestable cultivator from an insignificant sect.

Morticai harbored little fondness for cultivators originally.

But this particular one grated especially.

This stood as the sole point of accord between him and the wizard.

Orbitus snorted derisively and expectorated aside.

"Dao? Dao be damned." The aged wizard flicked a scornful hand, his sleeve billowing theatrically. "If Dao truly drew you here, why did tales of Akasha and the goddess's mystery entice you?"

He bent ahead, propping his chin atop his wooden staff, narrowing his gaze at the cultivator with overt ridicule.

"Cease feigning superiority over avarice."

The cultivator breathed a quiet sigh.

He kept his eyes closed. His digits lay gently upon his knees while he held the lotus seat, his respiration even and unhurried, as though the barbs were mere fleeting gusts.

"Such outcomes were foreseeable," he pronounced evenly.

His words traversed the hushed void with balance.

"Dao and Akasha form complementary aspects of one entity."

Only afterward did he leisurely unveil his eyes.

They gleamed pure and serene, resembling a tranquil pond.

"Bear in mind, all of you," he went on, tucking his hands into his sleeves, "we stand not as foes."

His voice stayed mild, nearly indulgent.

"Provided we locate the Pillar of Conflict and offer it to a genuine deity, they shall bestow upon us generous boons."

He inclined his head a touch, as if proposing an utterly sensible notion.

"What harm in the obliteration of a single insignificant world along the way?"

No hint of malice laced his tone.

He spoke as one bargaining over a minor deal.

Orbitus gradually swiveled his gaze to Morticai.

The elderly wizard blinked twice.

Next, he directed his staff toward the cultivator in astonishment.

"Wasn't this fellow meant to hail from those virtuous sects?"

Morticai tucked his fiery wings against his back and issued a chilly scoff.

Golden sparks wafted from his plumage as he regarded the seated cultivator with evident contempt.

"This represents their typical nature."

Orbitus stroked his lengthy beard in contemplation.

"Hmm."

He appraised the cultivator from head to toe, then affirmed with abrupt insight.

"You raise a valid observation."

The wizard rapped his staff against the levitating rock underfoot.

"Within the realm of cultivators, the righteous path proves the most brazen of all."